The wind is not an “est”. It isn’t the prettiest or the smartest or the most interesting. It isn’t anyone’s favorite. It isn’t like the moon or the stars, like a mountain or the ocean. The wind is unassuming in its ordinariness, really, and that makes it so dangerous.

A mountain can only stand so long against the warm south wind. The ocean is whipped into a frenzy by the bitter north wind. The moon and stars disappear behind clouds scuttled into place by the playful west and east winds. In time, the wind will always win.

So that’s us. The Four Winds. Maybe we aren’t an “est” to any of you. Maybe we’re too small, too weird, to matter to the professors and prefects at Hogwarts.
But the wind will always win.

Have a good term, Hogwarts. We’ll be seeing you.